DARK ALLIANCE

This is a symbiotic Sci-fi short that I want to flesh out or make a comic. She is hot and now has the means to do damage and on a quest that is part hers and part the symbiots. Please any feedback is greatly accepted and the character is already a statue from the Mind of a tallanted artist and sculptor so if your interested please let me know.

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Submitted:Aug 2, 2011
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I slit his throat with the ease of a tuned professional as he
leaned in for a kiss. With practiced movements I moved sideways
to miss the blood spatter as his life blood flowed in heart beat
spurts from the wound in his neck. I was sure I heard a slightly
gurgled "bitch" just before he expired on the ground next to me.

The hotel room dark as you would expect a pay by the hr room to
be. There was no way I would want to see a UV light near these
sheets let alone sleep on them. I quickly searched his pockets
and found the wallet and envelope I was sent to get. Sometimes I
wonder what these poor unfortunates have done to end up dead on a
sleazy hotel room floor on a god forsaken planet in the Delta
system but I don't really care!

It's not my job to ask questions and I suppose I should feel
lucky that I have a job at all in this dilapidated backwater of a
planet. But then anything's better that Shade City! That's were I
was born, mum a prostitute and dad a petty thug my childhood was
spent running from drunk family and spaced out people in the
dregs of society. At 10 I learnt to break and enter with dad and
he taught me how to use a short blade just in case we were
interrupted during a job. Most kids would be at the zoo but not
me I was robbing and bashing people for money and food. I found
out I had a talent for martial arts and dad sent me for lessons
and by 16 I was a black belt and filled out my clothes like a
woman. It was lucky I could defend myself because when the johns
came around and mum was passed out they often thought they could
use me as a substitute. I remember the reason I became a
mercenary and although I can not remember his name I still
remember the blood.

At 16 on the streets I had to use whatever I had learned to
survive and it was in the dark streets of Shade that I was found
by Enrique Montoya he saw a raw talent in me that I didn't know
existed. He gave me a place to live and food as long as I did as
I was told. I knew a conscience was something others had and
morals were something the now almost phased out god believers
preached about but in the dark Latin Quarter of the city it
mattered not. The Yellows and Blacks had there own space in the
city but as always there was room for more trade of all kinds,
drugs, synthohol, music and clothing. Nothing like a new pair of
jeans to make a girl feel good in this shit hole.

So for 5 years I worked robbed and did as I was told I don't know
how many times I was raped, based and traded for goods in this
time but It was the only life I knew and I could aspire to. I was
promoted and was given my first big chance for being a good girl
for so many years, command of a light cargo ship the "Trepid".
The drop mission to take a wooden crate to the neighbouring
planet "Alpha Terra" was a piece of cake, a 2 week mission and I
was to be part of the deal as I was told and my services as a
woman were required to seal the deal and ensure payment.

All was good 5 days out with me only having to have one crew
member detained in the ships lock up for drinking part of the
synth shipment which gave him some Dutch courage and he thought I
was an easy mark. His balls will be blue for at least a week so
he will be a good boy for the return home. My number 2 Stens
Burgen a huge man 6'6" tall and about 4' wide with a voice like
silk and a head of beautiful burnished blond hair a trait of his
ancestry from earth. He was always nice to me and was on board to
look after not only the shipment but the crew as well.
Considering a large wooden crate was the most expensive product
we had on board no-one knew shit all about it.

It was heavy and smelt like ammonia, Stens said it reminded him
of the time he had to transport the dead son of Tony (the head)
|Deblasio, front man of the Cartel back home. The reason he's
called "the head" is that's what's missing if you cross him. The
box 4' long by 2' wide and as much deep is worth more than all
the other crap we had on board. Apparently it's going to an
astute buyer of artefacts to be part of his exotic and expensive
private collection. The Pilot sent a ship wide broadcast warning
we were close to the Target planet and would be entering the
gravitational field in approximately 2 hrs.

I decided I would use this time for the crew to relax and
replenish before we were due to touch down and off the payload
under darkness in about 4 hrs time. Getting into the atmosphere
was easy, navigating through the many space ports and militia
control craft was always difficult but we had co-ordinates sent
to us from the sergeant in charge of interplanetary defence so we
could navigate without being seen by anyone or anything,
obviously he was a well paid part of the cartels extended employ.

I took one last walk around the hold and looked into the enclosed
area where the expensive crate sat and detected a faint humming
noise but dismissed it as part of the ships over riding nuances.
I turned slowly to exit the stale cargo bay but the humming
seemed to get louder the further I moved away from the crate, the
noise sounded like a chorus of deep water lunes singing to each
other on Alterius 3. I don't recall walking back to or opening
the cage door but I felt the crate cold under my hand my mind
felt like it was in a fog. I recall grabbing a pry bar from the
shadow board on a bench backboard painted black with a white area
the shape of each item stored on its metal tendrils. The job of
removing the crates lid seemed almost too easy considering it had
a huge "Do Not Touch" sticker on it and a rather large bolt lock.
As I slowly prised open the lid there was a sharp shift in both
pitch and frequency of sound being emitted!

With a rush that seemed to go on for seconds, not a simple blink
of an eye, I was staring into an intense blinding light that
inflicted not just blindness but searing pain behind each eye
that I thought could only feel if someone was slowly forcing 6
inch needles into my eye sockets through the pulpy flesh of the
eyes themselves. On instinct I raised my right hand to feel for
any gelatinous fluid that would have seeped from my now ruined
eyes only to realise there was nothing. I knew I had to get away
from this thing whatever it was but there was no moving, each and
every muscle, tendon and ligament in my body was ridged and would
not obey my own minds commands and basic instinct which was to
flee. With all of my motor skills removed from me I tried to do
the next best thing and scream for help - nothing not even a
whimper, just the faintest quiver of my bottom lip showed any
sign of my current predicament.

My left arm felt warm and wet with my next breath as if it was
dipped in a vat of lovely warm Honduran oat porridge. I could
also feel something moving about the base of my skull under my
hair like fingers but thinner and colder as if they were looking
for the "X" marks the spot on an old treasure map but these were
looking for a way into my brain stem. Not pain but a cold
writhing sensation and a feeling of absolute heaviness about my
left arm that actually seemed to start from my left breast and
lower rib cage all the way to my finger tips encasing my entire
shoulder along the way. If the setting had been different I would
swear it was like something making love to my entire left side
torso, but as well as euphoria I also had a sense of immense
strength surge through my body and then a burning thrum of pain,
desire, love, hate and relief surged through my mind as if
something was being born within my psyche.

"I fainted"

I have no way of knowing how long I was out for but the cold of
the plascrete floor was making its way through my clothes but
some of my skin had a tingly warm feeling, damn it felt like a
number 4 Grav-train hit me. I tried to stand but the fog in my
head was still lifting, I managed to glance down at the left side
of my body, I couldn't breathe, I panicked an audible gasp was
the only sound that exited my mouth as looked down at a mass of
chitin, sinew, and what can only be described as muscle that was
undulating but seemed to be attached to my entire left arm,
shoulder and upper torso. A soft almost angelic voice told me not
to panic and that all was well, it was not in a tongue I
understood but I knew what it was saying in my mind, somehow the
clicks and grunts made sense and I tried to stand. I looked at
the revolting mass of cartilage and muscle to inspect any damage
to what was my arm, but realised to my surprise I could still
feel me underneath and strength was coursing through me I had
never felt before. I had a flash of understanding and looked into
the minds eye of this thing that moved with absolute ease and
felt lighter than my original appendage, it's not a growth or a
devouring alien this is a bio parasite a strong one and it chose
me as its host!

Stens Burst through the cargo bay doors because he heard a
muffled gasp and was sure I was in some danger. His life thus far
had consisted of fights, mainly for food at a young age and he
progressed to the leader in his sector because of his strength
and cunning. This was a talent the off world cartel had noticed,
and wanted to foster within their ranks of paid enforcers.
Although Stens was strong and smart he was also good to have
around when you're a women in a man's profession, but on this
occasion he was out matched.

I saw the doors burst open and then nothing but a blur as I moved
with unnatural speed as if I was moving through space not within
it. When I finally understood what was happening it was too late
I looked down at my new accessory only to see Stens head held
tightly within the three finger like protrusions at the base
which made what could be understood as a rudimentary claw. It was
"I was" crushing his skull and I could feel strength being drawn
from him as if I was draining his life essence. I looked on
entranced and disgusted then forced a "STOP" from my frozen vocal
chords. It stopped and Stens slumped to the cold floor covered in
damaged tissue and bone fragments, as if he had a frag grenade in
his mouth and it went off.

My new friend seemed stronger and I detected a slight Ozone smell
as if it had processed this hulking man as fuel for its as yet
unknown powers and bio parts.

"Ah we live" it said in a low guttural sounding growl. "Danger
gone, feel strong"